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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.