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 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.