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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Slave,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.