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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Brick,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.