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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.