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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.