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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Faust,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.