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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.