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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
The Slits,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.