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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.