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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
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Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.