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 Antigua 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.