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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.