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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.