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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.