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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.