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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.