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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.