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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.