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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Cluster,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.