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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.