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 Hungary and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.