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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.