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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.