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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Gong,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.