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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.