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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.