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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.