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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
X-101,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.