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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Wire,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.