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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 organ 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 Ludus to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.