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 Costa Rica 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.