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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
The Move,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.