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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.