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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.