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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.