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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Main Source,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.