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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.