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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.