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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 clarinet 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.