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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Section 25,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.