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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.