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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Can,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.