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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.