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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.