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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.