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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.