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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.