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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.