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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.