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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.