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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.