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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.