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 Montenegro 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.