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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.