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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Gong,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.