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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.