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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus 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?
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
The Move,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.