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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.