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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 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 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.