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 States and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.