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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.