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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.