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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.