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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.