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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Pole,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.