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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.