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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Inner City 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.