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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
the Germs,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.