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 Maldives and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.