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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.