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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Can,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Zapp,
DNA,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.