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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.