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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.