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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.