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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.