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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.