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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Quantec,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.