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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.