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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.