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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Moebius to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.