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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.