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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
X-102,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.