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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.