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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.