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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.