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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.