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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.