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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.