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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.