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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
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 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.