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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.