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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
DNA,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.