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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.