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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jacob Miller 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.