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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 John Holt 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.