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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 ABC to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.