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 Thailand and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.