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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.