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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.