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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.