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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.