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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.