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 Montenegro 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.