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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.