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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.