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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Skaos,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.