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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Ten City,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.