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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.