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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.