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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.