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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.