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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.