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 Philippines 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.