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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.