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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.