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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.