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 Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.