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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.