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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.