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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.