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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Cymande,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.