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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.