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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.