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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Associates to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.