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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.