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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.