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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.