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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Ten City,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.