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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.