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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.