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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.