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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.