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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 John Holt to the dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.