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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.