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 Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.