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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.