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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.