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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.