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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.