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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 The Wake to the disco 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.