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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Skriet,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.