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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.