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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Smog,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.