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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 T.S.O.L. 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Scion,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.