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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.