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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.