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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.