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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.