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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.