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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Five Americans to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.