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 Grenada and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.