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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.