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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.