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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Crime,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.