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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.