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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Severed Heads to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '90s.
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 Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.