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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.