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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.