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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the grime 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.