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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.