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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.