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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.