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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.