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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.