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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Gong,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.