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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Magazine 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.