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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.