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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.