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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Moebius,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.