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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.