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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.