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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.