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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.