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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.