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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.