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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.