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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.