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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.