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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.