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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.