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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
ABC,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Nas,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
the Association,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.