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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.