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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Audionom,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.