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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.