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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.