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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Scion,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.