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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.