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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.