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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.