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 Uzbekistan 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Cluster,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.