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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.