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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.