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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
UT,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.