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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.