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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
10cc,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.