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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.