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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.