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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Fear,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.