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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.