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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.