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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.