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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Gong,
Hoover,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.