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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.