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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Yaz,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.