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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Trojans to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.