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 India and from Bremen.
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 Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.