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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.