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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
The Names,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.