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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.