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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pole to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.