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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.