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 Peru and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.