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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.