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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Happenings to the punk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.