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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 808 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 Skaos to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
UT,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Can,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.