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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.