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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.