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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Japan,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.