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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.