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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.