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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.