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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.