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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.