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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
UT,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.