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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Gong,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.