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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.