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 Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.