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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Skatalites to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Inner City,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.