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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Selecter 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.