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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.