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 United Kingdom 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.