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 Luxembourg 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.