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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.