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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.