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 Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Television,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.