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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.