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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Pop Group to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.