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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.