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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
The Victims,
Nico,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.