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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.