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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.