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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
The Monks,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
the Association,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.