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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.