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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.