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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.