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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.