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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.