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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.