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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
X-101,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.