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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.