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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.