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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Halifax and Madrid.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
DNA,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Gong,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.