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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Slackers to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.