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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.