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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Urselle,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.