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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.