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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.