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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside 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 dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Wings,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.