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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Television,
EPMD,
Smog,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.