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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.