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 Kiribati 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.