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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
ABC,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.