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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.