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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.