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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.