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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Human League to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.