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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.