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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.