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 El Salvador 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.