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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.