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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.