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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Swans,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.