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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
The Associates,
ABC,
Deakin,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.