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 India 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.