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 Seychelles and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.