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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.