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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.