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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.