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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Faust,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.