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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.