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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Seeds to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Liliput,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.