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 Belize 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.