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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.