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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Flash Fearless 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Slave,
MDC,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Magma,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.