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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.