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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.