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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.