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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.