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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.