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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.