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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.