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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.