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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.