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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.