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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.