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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.