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 India and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.