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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.