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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
UT,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.