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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.