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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
The Cure,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.