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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.