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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.