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 Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.