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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.