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 Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.