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 Afghanistan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.