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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.