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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.