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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Von Mondo 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Technova,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.