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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.