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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.