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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.