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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.