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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.