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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.