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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
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.