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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.