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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.