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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Tubeway Army 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.