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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Model 500,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.