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 Botswana and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.