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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 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 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
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 Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.