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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.