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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.