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 Jamaica 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.