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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.