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 Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Visage,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.