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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
MC5,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.