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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.