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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.