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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.