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 Montenegro 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.