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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Q65,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Can,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.