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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.