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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Television,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.