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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.