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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cramps to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.