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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.