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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Interpol,
PIL,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.