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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.