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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Can,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.