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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.