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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.