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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Nas,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Can,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.