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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
JFA,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.