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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.