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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.