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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.