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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.