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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.