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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.