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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Woodstock and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.