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 Norway 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
CMW,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.