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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.