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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.