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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
AZ,
Suicide,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.