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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Germs to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.