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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.