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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.