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 Comoros 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.