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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.