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 China and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.