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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal 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?
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.