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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.