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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the funk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.