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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Scientists 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
the Association,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.