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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.