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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.