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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.