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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.