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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.