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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.