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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Television,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.