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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.