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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Cluster 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.