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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Associates to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.