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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.