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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.