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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.