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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.