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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.