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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Bad Manners 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.