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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 Edmonton and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.