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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.