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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.