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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.