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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.