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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Motions to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.