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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Cameo,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.