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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.