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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.