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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
ABC,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Scion,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.