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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Pole,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.