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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.