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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
ABC,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.