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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
cv313,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.