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 Kuwait 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.