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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
UT,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.