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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.