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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
UT,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.