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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.