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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.