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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.