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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.