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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.