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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.