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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.