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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys 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?
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.