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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Wire,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.