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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.