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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.