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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.