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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Kinks to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.