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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.