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 Chile and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.