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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.