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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Salvador and Manila.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Monolake,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.