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 Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Franke,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Nas,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.