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 South Africa 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.