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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.