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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Brick,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.