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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.