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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.