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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.