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 Germany and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.