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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.