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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.