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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.