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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.