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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.