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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.