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 Tanzania 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.