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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 June Days to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Can,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.