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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Index,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.