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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.