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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.