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 Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Nas,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Wings,
The Names,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.