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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.