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 Namibia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.