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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Slackers to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.