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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.