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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Pole,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
The Happenings,
Monks,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.