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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.