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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.