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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Gong,
The Motions,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.