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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.