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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Can,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.