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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.