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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Wire,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.