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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.