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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.