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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Japan,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.