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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 The New Christs to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.