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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.