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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.