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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.