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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Qualms,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.