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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.