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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.