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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
This Heat,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.