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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.