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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.