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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.