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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Pole,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Index,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.