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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Magazine to the punk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.