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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Nas,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.