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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.