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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.