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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Byron Stingily to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
MDC,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.