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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.