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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Organ,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.