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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.