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 Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks 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 Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
PIL,
Nas,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.