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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.