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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Mojo Men to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.