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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Aswad,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.