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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.