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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.