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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.