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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 808 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.