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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.