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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.