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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.