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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.