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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.