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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.