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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.