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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.