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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
June Days,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.