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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.