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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.