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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.