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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Scientists,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.