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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
JFA,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.