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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.