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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.