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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Smog,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.