Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.