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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
10cc,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.