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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Names to the dance 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.