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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.