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 Burundi and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.