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 Armenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.