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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
the Human League,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.