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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.