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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Pole,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Wings,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.