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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.