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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.