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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.