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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.